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Pizza O'Clock: Sudden Filling Hire (Outline)
🕑 Added 2022-08-05 12:46:06 +0000 UTC- ‘This is desperation, pure and simple.’ Roxy thought with a frown as she looked at the newspaper in her hands
- The young woman brushes her dark, almost purplish tint hair from her face and adjusts her glasses. Help wanted ads in the newspaper. End of the line with searching online, so here she was trying the dying print medium.
- She had just left a job interview a block or two away, completely dejected from that failure. She was trying to clear her mind when she found the newspaper tin bin
- Maybe the local paper would be helpful was her line of thought.
- She considered taking the paper home but then her stomach gurgles. She’s very hungry. She skipped eating before the interview incase her stomach felt off
- She looks around, realizing she wandered over to a different part of town, not familiar with it
- Then she spots a business a building down, “Pizza O’Clock” maybe some pizza is what she needed.
- She hurries into it and stops inside on the floor mat. “Hey dere, skinny! Sumbuddy’s in a hurry~.”
- Roxy gasps. Across the way in the pizzeria, behind a diner top counter was a large, fat beaver toon, his belly barely contained in his shirt
- And beside him on the opposite side was a shirtless, backwards cap wearing gray fat rat toon. He looked and said, “Heh, tolds ya! Youse just has ta be patient. People will be runnin’ in da place lookin’ for a fill up in noes time!”
- Roxy froze up, her glasses slipping down her nose. Toons! Big, fat, hefty toons! She never seen toons before in real life and this up close.
- She knew them by reputation and all of their silliness that came with them. Just being in their presence made her feel awkward and nervous, legs twitching
- “Wellllllllls, don’t just stand dere! Park dat keister over here besides mah fatass buddy~.” The beaver declared.
- The rat, not bothered at all, patted the diner chair beside him. “Yeah! Park it heres! Dese chairs are made for all sizes ands fors comfort!”
- Roxy gulped. Not exactly what she was expecting or hoping. Part of her wants to leave
- Yet, it would be too awkward to leave now. Summoning as much courage as she could (especially thinking about how they may react if she ran), she hurried over and sat down beside him.
- Man, the two certainly smelled. Both smelled of fresh pizza, though the rat was particularly smokey
- She looks at the nametag of the beaver, “Roy Buckbutt” as he asks if she wants a menu.
- “Ummm… s-s-sure!” She says quickly trying not to look at him for too long. She’s already too wound up and nervous as is
- She opens the paper on the counter as she tries to look it over in peace, flipping to the wanted section.
- Though, the longer she sat there, the better they smelled? Maybe her mind was just too overloaded at this point.
- She sighs out loud, memories of the bad interview happening
- -Insert brief flashes from interview-
- “Hey, youse ok, skinny?” Roxy snaps out of it.
- Both toons are curiously looking at her. The rat mentions her looking really out of it
- “Yeah! Really bringin’ da mood down ‘round here!” the beaver added, holding the menu
- “Oh… it’s nothing.” “Pffft, sounds like something ta me!”
- Roxy gulps. Feels like toons wouldn’t be the best to describe her real life issues to, but… but maybe why not? If only to stop them from staring dumbly at her
- Roxy clears her throat and explains about her last job interview not going well and struggling to find a job.
- “OH! Dat’s why you’re here?” “Huh?”
- The beaver is smiling and explains that he’s looking for new employees for the place.
- The rat introduces himself as Memphis Ratterton, a higher up member of Pizza O’Clock. He was just checking in on new the location that opened up. If she’s looking for a job, she would probably be hired on the spot outside of a mandatory interview
- Roxy is blushing, shocked by this sudden turn. They… they were now offering her a job?!
- From concern about having no prospects for the future to having an opportunity drop into her lap, Roxy is thrown for a loop by all of this.
- However, after a little debate, she declines. She doesn’t think she’d fit in.
- Looking them over, especially their hefty guts, she REALLY doesn’t think she’d fit in at all.
- Roy laughs and says she would be fine. She’d fit in perfectly after a little bit. Everyone does eventually when working there
- “In fact, howse ‘bout one of our Super BigGut Dranks on da house? Sign ta show youse really belong with us!”
- The beaver pulls out an incredibly large, blue and yellow striped soda cup from behind his back. It smells of cola and has a colorful bendy straw sticking out of it
- He places it below Roxy, the lady seeing how truly huge it is. No way she could drink that
- But since it was free and she was feeling a little thirsty, Roxy humors the beaver and has a sip.
- That’s some sharp cola taste! Sweeter than anything she had, but with lots of energy punch in it that makes her tingle a little.
- “Soooooo, youse says youse wouldn’t fit in here?” Memphis asked with a sly smile
- Roxy gulps and says she wouldn’t be a good fit. She’d feel outta place amongst “you handsome big gutters.” Her voice is deep and heavy like their own, speaking like them
- She clears her throat, her cough light again. She seems partially confused and is about to ask if she sounded weird.
- However, the rat cuts her off and immediately says she would be fine. He sees no problem with her at all. In fact, they could do an interview right there and then
- Roy butts in, saying two hefty managers like them could handle a simple interview. He also adds that she looks like a great interviewee
- Roxy blushes. They were sweet talker. A gruff joke in her head says, “Probably eats a lotta sweets too.”
- While amused, she was starting to appreciate their hestiances. She never had people so interested in her joining their workplace. It made her positively giddy
- Hippo tail pops out of her rear, poking a hole through her elegant dark purple black dress. Tail sways happily
- The feeling of it also made her hungry with a loud Growl
- She blushes, looking shocked and embarrassed by that. The two toons just laugh and say it is alright. If she’s hungry, she can have something to eat
- Beaver vanishes quickly and returns with some “Bubblin’ Breadsticks”, placing them in front of her. She can have these for free. Consider them a gesture of good will for doing an interview
- They smelled delicious. Like, reallllllly good with the light cheese and garlic on top. She leans in and sniffs them. Her nose widens considerably, turning smooth and purple. Her glasses stretch out to fit
- She sniffs and snorts, mouth watering a little bit. Her adam’s apple expands
- “Well, if you’re offering~” She speaks with a decent male voice
- “Not offerin’, encouragin’! Eat up, skinny!” The rat chuckles.
- The skinny sounds… oddly insulting to her, but she ignores it and takes one, taking a bit of it.
- Ooooooh! An explosion of cheese and garlic rocket through her. It’s beyond good!
- She vibrates all the way down from her maw to her feet comically
- RIIIIIP! Both heels explode open as two large, three-toed light green feet popout
- The noise catches her attention and stands at alert. “What was that?” “What was what?”
- All noise suddenly drops out briefly for a moment, her ears changing into hippo ears
- Sound comes back but Roxy isn’t sure what just happened. She doesn’t see anything where the ripping came from.
- Eventually, she says nevermind and goes back to eating. Hands plump up from the grease soaking out of them into her minds, hands turn green and pudgy
- Eating the rest of the breadstick is a treat to her! Her arms thicken right up, her dress sleeves feeling pinchy and tight
- “Youse like da food and youse totally fit in! Youse totally Pizza O’Clock material!” Roy said, patting Roxy on the shoulder as she took another breadstick
- She, deep down, felt a bit better. Maybe she could do an interview.
- She eats her breadstick and shivers delightfully. Maybe she does it, she’ll get more free stuff~
- Her butt starts getting bigger and wider, considerably filling out the oversized bar stool until it covers it all up and dips over it
- She takes a drink from her cup, her breasts decreasing in size and getting kind of saggy, and then asks about what Pizza O’Clock is exactly hiring.
- She lists off some experience she has as an accountant and doing money stuff… and then blurts out being a food tester and gut bouncer.
- Roxy looks confused and baffled by saying that and starts to speak up… when Memphis interrupts with a laugh and says, “Heh, all of dat sounds good, but we’s need odda positions filled. Don’t worry, big guy, we’lls find something for ya!”
- “Guy?” Roxy thinks, long hair shortening to chin length, But… I’m not a…
- There’s low pop. Her legs spread open a bit as a bulge comes from her crotch.
- Roxy blinks and takes another breadstick, eating it. “Sos, what do you boys have?”
- Memphis starts with the first position, waiter. Basically taking orders, delivering orders to cook and then back to the customer, busting tables, etc.
- Roxy nods as their shoulders get broader and fatter, remarking that she has some experience with that from her time early in her college years
- She laughs saying she had some difficulty since the place was built for small people and her belly kept bumping things
- Her stomach bulges forward, giving her a muffing top and losing her thin waist, stretching her dress out
- Again, that wasn’t what happened. Though memories were foggy and when Roy interrupted, saying the place is more than accommodating for the heavyset and proud figures
- Roxy shivers and rubs her face, which is getting chubbier and rounder. “Awww, really?”
- “Yeah! Don’t ya worry! We blubberbutts gotta stick out for one another~.”
- Her cheeks which seemed to stretch out and get rather roundish, gaining green hues to them
- “But waiter is all nice and good, but we’s also need more cooks workin’!” Roy jumped in.
- Roy explains the need of cooks, making tons of supersized orders and quickly. Lots of moving around!
- Roxy nods, thinking about it as she takes another drink with a big SLURP. Her legs start fattening up, stocking tearing as green skin coming in.
- She doesn’t have much kitchen experience. She can barely make macaroni and cheese. She feels embarrassed by that, especially with how much she eats.
- Again, seems odd to think (arms are swelling and putting tears in the sleeves now), but then Roy, again, interrupts her thoughts with, “You’ll also need big hands. BIG hands to mold dough and hold all dem pizzas!
- Roxy twitches and holds out her hands proudly, saying she has that fine. The toons look at them as thick, four-fingered white gloves appear over them
- The toons don’t comment on it, but say anything about it. Memphis just says “he” has excellent cook hands and gloves
- “Awww, thanks!” Roxy admits his cooking is lacking and asks about other positions
- Memphis brings up the delivery man role. Pretty obvious, going over the requirements of it, speed, and such.
- Roxy nods, eating two breadsticks as well, stuffing her already large, comically toony cheeks. Her hips and thighs get chunkier.
- Memphis also brings up using the company car. It’s built for big guys like them
- Roxy grins and heart flutters, saying that is great! It’s hard to find cars that fit fatasses like himself. He could easily do that.
- Rear really expands, giving him a really wide fat, lower half.
- Memphis leans a bit to look slightly around Roxy and says he has the same kind of posterior, so things should be good!
- Roxy briefly thinks about this being perfect, how he should have applied and come here first in his interviews. It seems perfectly made for him!
- Then Memphis points out that the job is also very difficult since the driver has to resist temptation for eating the pizzas and food being delivered
- Roxy trembles as he finishes the last of his breadstick in his hand. WOMP!
- The front of his dress splits a bit, revealing a rather chubby, round green belly wanting to fully be exposed and out
- Roxy sighs and says that might be too hard for him. Temptation is tough
- Memphis nods and says delivery driver is a hard position to fill and most toon guys can’t make it. He completely understands
- Roy then offers the last position: The Greeter. Roxy gets curious here
- Roy explains the greeter is the person who first meets customers, welcoming them in, making them feel at home, getting them to wherever they want to sit, and saying goodbye when they leave.
- Roxy nods, taking a loud sip. Hair shrinks and shrinks until he’s bald. Head is looking more dome-ish too
- “Seems sim BURP!” He bleches and hits his chest, breasts fully shrinking and forming into moobs
- He speaks again, “Seems simple, but dere’s gotta be mores to dis, rights?” Fully embraces the accent now as his neck thickens and head expands slightly
- “Mhmm!” Roy grins deviously, “Dey’s also our big Jealousy Maker~.”
- Roxy trembles, stuffing the last few breadsticks in his maw, head reshaping slightly and face slightly pushing out
- “Deys make da customers jealous of dem!” Roy explains how the greeter also slowly adjusts and warms customers up to a big fat toons like them and makes them feel anxious or wanting. Makes them subconsciously think they want to be like the toons or at least give them a push with how proud and happy they are
- “Dat sounds like da job fors me!” Roxy blurted out, crumbs flying out. RIIIIP! There goes the dress’ top part, ripping right above the crotch and falls to tatters
- However, underneath the dress is a t-shirt that doesn’t remotely fit his enlarging gut (now even past the beaver and rat’s) that reads “I <3 Hippos”
- “Oooooh? Youse wanna be a greeter den?” Roy asked innocently.
- “Ah-huh!” The almost completed toon nodded furiously, “Looks at me! Whose da best chubbo dat convince others to be chubbos?”
- “I’s can see it!” memphis chuckled. “Dis is da guy whose can easily be greeter? I mean, who’d wouldn’t feel more at home or more interested in da lifestyle?”
- Roxy chuckled and playfully spread open his legs and pushed out his gut, thinking about how a big guy like him has the perfect body and to convince people of anything. He knew this would be the place that appreciate a tub of lard like him.
- RIIIIP! Rest of the dress fell apart, revealing him wearing tightie-whities.
- Then the sound of inflation as his bulge swells and swells until its half the size of a bowling ball. Underwear stays on just fine.
- “I’s can see it too!” Roy says, “Den dat’s what we’lls go with. We’lls look at youse for Greeter position!”
- Roxy grinned and chugged down the rest of the soda. He let out a large belch and boisterous laugh about how they won’t be disappointed with him.
- Muzzle rapidly grows into a thick hippo muzzle, completing his transformation.
- The hippo sighed, rubbing his belly. “Youse boys knows how ta treat a potential new employee! Dat’s sum good food ands drank dere!”
- “Wells, we like ta make sure all potential hires are filled up to the brim before we start anything~.” memphis chuckled, patting the hippo’s belly and getting a funny drum beat.
- “Yeahs! I’s felt so skinny ands scrawny before drinkin’... ands eatin’.” The hippo trails off, looking down at himself
- Big fat arms and legs, big gut, big moobs, big muzzle, big bugle! He was big and green all over!
- A moment of clarity rings through his mind, remembering the past. He wasn’t like this before. Not at all. He was some shy, quiet gal before
- At that moment, he remembers the bad interview and everything bad up to it.
- Hmmm… bad everything before. After, big everything! He gropes and rubs his belly, patting his bulge and twitching.
- “Somethang da madder?” Roy curiously asked
- The hippo looked up and smirked. “Nothin’ da madder! I’s feel like a million bucks spent on truckloads of pies! Just dinkin’ ‘bout what I’s really want!”
- “Ands what is dat?”
- “I’s want dat greeter job ands a couple of pizzas in mah belly! Let’s do dis interview before I’s waste away!”
- -Scene cut-
- “Danks for da recommendation! Dat sure was a belly filler!” “Amongst many fillers!”
- The hippo and red macaw customer laughed, doing a quick belly smash against each other
- The macaw toon promises to come back again. Pizza O’Clock was the place to order from!
- The hippo waves good-bye and sighs happily.
- The past month had been great for him. He fit into the job just well. He made good friends with Roy and other employees that followed. Customer approval and satisfaction was through the roof and breaking scales thanks to him. Money was no problem, especially with personal tips he was getting on the side
- Roy walks up and pats him on the shoulders, congratulating him on another new future repeat customer and friend.
- The hippo chuckles and nods, saying it wasn’t too difficult. He was good at reading people and knew how to approach them to get them in the right mood from the moment they walked in
- The hippo also mentions shopping for some new clothes after work. He needs to get more shirts and shorts. All of his stuff at his apartment is made for someone much too dinky and scrawny
- The two chuckle as the door swings open. An eldery couple walks in, looking around surprised by the sights of the toons.
- The hippos leaves Roy, saying its time to work his magic.
- He eyes up the couple. Long married, very sweet on each other… though it looks like they could use something new in their lives to spice things up from their rut (probably why they showed up in the first place). Guy is more protective of the wife, stepping slightly in front of her. Probably needs to loosen up and let her take charge more.
- The hippo knows what to do and approaches casually and friendly. “Howdy folks! Welcome ta Pizza O’Clock! How can dis here fine hippo help ands fill you up taday?”
- THE END
